#minervamcgonagall

Part 1

Minerva McGonagall. 1935 - present.

Currently Headmistress of Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall was awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class, for her unwavering allegiance to the Order of Phoenix. A well known hatstall. 

Y/N Cohen had always wondered why she had her mother's maiden surname as opposed to her father's, but her mum refused to tell her. She also refused to tell Y/N the whereabouts of her absent father either for that matter.

All she knew was that her father had disappeared before she had even been born, a "one-night stand", as her mother had put it one night when Y/N had asked just before her tenth birthday. Y/N had since dropped the subject and gave up asking questions about her father.

According to her mother, Y/N had the same green eyes and light brown hair that her father has. The attributes that she got from her mum included her nose and her horrible eyesight.

On her eleventh birthday, Y/N received a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it informed her that she was a witch and that she had a place at the school for the coming September. Her mother was more than happy to let her go to the school ("I don't have to wake up early to take you to school, it'll be great.").

Her first two years were interesting, to say the least, she'd been sorted into Gryffindor in her first year and made a plethora of friends including Harry Potter, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan and Ernie Macmillian.

In the first year, her Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher turned out to be some creepy pyscho with He-who-must-not-be-named's face on the back of his head, covered in a purple turban. In the second year, Harry came face-to-face with a basilisk after Ron Weasley's younger sister, Ginny got possessed by some guy's soul, Tom Riddle, weird name right?

Oh, and the DADA teacher had accidentally obliviated himself, what a tosser eh?

Y/N was currently sat in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, she had situated herself next to Neville and Seamus, across from Ginny and Dean.

"Who do you think we'll have for Defence this year?" Neville asked as he watched out the window as the train rolled out of Kings Cross. "Dunno, better help us defend ourselves if that raging lunatic, Black, comes anywhere near us." Seamus laughed. "Not a laughing matter Finnigan." Ginny rolled her eyes at the boy.

A few hours along the journey to the school, the train halted and bumped. It suddenly went all cold and dark, depressing almost.

"Anyone want to come and investigate with me?" Y/N stood up, pocketing her wand just in case. "I'll come with." Both Neville and Ginny stood up and followed Y/N down the corridor. They end up in Harry's compartment. Tripping over a few feet, Y/N made her way into the compartment. Harry, Ron, Hermione and a middle-aged man who was asleep were all in there. Y/N sat down next to Harry.

"Any clue as to what is happening?" She whispered, trying not to wake the sleeping man up. "No clue." Hermione mumbled.

A large floating binbag-like creature came into the compartment, it suddenly felt colder, Harry collapsed and Y/N grabbed him before he could hit the floor, she leant him across the seats that the pair had previously occupied.

The sleeping man arose, a ball of fire in his hand, he used wandless magic to ward off the floating binbag.

They all stood in silence as Harry began to wake up. "What were those things?" He asked, looking at the middle-aged man.

"Dementors" Now the lights had flickered back on,  Y/N could see the mans' appearance, green eyes, brown hair. "No." She thought. "Is he my? Nah, don't be daft."

"Y/N, Y/N. What's up?" Ron poked Y/N in the shoulder after the man leaves the compartment.

"Is it me or does he look like me?" She whispered, glancing at her friends.

"Do you think he may be your-?" Hermione cut herself short uncertain as to whether or not she should continue her sentence.

"Maybe. I mean, mum did say I looked exactly like him, except for the nose." Y/N stared at the floor, nervously. "Maybe you should ask him?"

"What am I supposed to say? Hi Professor, I think you might be my dad?" Y/N groaned, looking at Neville. "I mean, maybe more subtlety than that." Hermione sighed. "Yeah, good idea."

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"Today, we will be looking at boggarts." Professor Lupin said. Y/N gulped nervously and fiddled with her red tie.

"Miss Cohen, would you be so kind as to go first?" The brown-haired professor asked her after teaching them the spell needed to protect them. "Uh, sure." Y/N stepped forward, the Professor unleashes the creature from the cupboard.

The boggart turned into a merperson, it wriggled its way towards her, reaching out for her arm. Y/N cowered back slightly, the class minus her friends sniggered at the merperson in front of them.

Y/N pulled her wand out, and aimed it at the boggart. "Riddikulus!" Y/N shouted, the merperson shrivelled up and turned into a muggle superhero figurine, random.

Harry's boggart cut the class off, Professor Lupin held him back to talk to him. Y/N hung around outside the classroom after as she wanted to speak to the Professor. It was the end of the day so it didn't matter if she had to wait for hours, she just wanted to ask him some stuff.

"Miss Cohen?" A voice had broken Lola's trail of thought. "Yes, Professor?"

"Are you okay?" He looked down at her. "Please may I talk to you about something?" Y/N took a deep breath, it was now or never. "Of course, come back into the room." He let her back into the class.

"Is this about your boggart? Merpeople, was interesting." Lupin sat at his desk. Lola shook her head. "That was uh, fun. I fell into the lake in my first year and a merperson grabbed me. But that wasn't what I wanted to talk to you about."

"What is it then?"

"Did you, around thirteen- fourteen years ago, know a woman called Trina Cohen?" Y/N noticed the mans' face go pale. "Uh, yeah, I did. Why?" He squeaked out. "Just wondering, that's my mum. Is all." Y/N said, she regretted bringing the subject up, to begin with.

"Ah, um. Okay. Why were you asking? Bit random." He nervously laughed. "Mum said that I got my dad's eyes and hair, and you fit that description. I may have also stolen a photo from my mum's collection without telling her. This is it, actually." Y/N pulled a photo from a pocket inside of her school robes and handed it to Lupin.

"That's, that's me." Professor Lupin's face pulled a funny expression, a mix of upset and a few other emotions that Y/N was unable to pick out. "Here." He handed her the photo back. "You need to leave, now." He escorted her out of the room and locked the door.

"Hey, Y/N! What's up?" Ron looked at the girl, studying her face as she scrunched it up in an attempt not to cry.  "I told Lupin that I think he may be my father." Y/N sniffled. "And?"

"He just told me to leave, that's about it." She whispered. "I'm sorry." Ron pulled the girl into his arms, and hugged her tightly. "Shall we head back to the common room?" He asked, Y/N nodded.

"What did he say to you?" Ron asked as the pair sit down. "Why are you asking, bit random. Then he said that's me when I showed him the photo and then told me to leave." Y/N wiped her robe sleeve over her eyes, wiping away a few stray tears.

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"Y/N, please may I speak to you at the end of the lesson?" Professor Lupin stopped at Y/N's desk on his way into the classroom. "Of course Professor." Y/N mumbled.

The lesson flew by, they were learning about Redcaps and Hinkypunks that lesson. At the end of the lesson, everyone packed up, Ron and Hermione turned to Y/N and told her that they'd keep a seat for her at the lunch table.

"Miss Cohen, I need to talk to you about the subject you brought up the other day." Professor Lupin resumed his seat. Y/N's face went pale. "I apologies for that Professor, it was random to bring up."

"I owled your mother and had a little chat with her. You're right, I am your father." The greying man looked up at her. "You, you are?" Y/N's eyes widened, he nodded.

"I am. I apologise for not being around ever. Your mum wanted you to grow up without magic, she's a muggle as you know. I also am a monster, I'm dangerous. I'm a-"

"Werewolf?" She asked. "Yeah, how did you know?" Lupin ran his hand through his hair. "Snape taught us about werewolves that one lesson you were off last month, mentioned something about them being "too close for comfort"." The brown-haired girl imitated the evil Professor. "I also noticed how your scars looked and how ill you looked the days either side of the full moon."

"That's why I didn't want to be around, I was scared I'd hurt you. Scared I'd make you a monster."

"You aren't a monster, you're such a nice person. How can people see any different? Seriously, what is wrong with those people?" Y/N made a face. "Not everyone thinks like you, sadly. Anyway, I meant to ask, you're not a werewolf too, are you?" She shook her head, he sighed in relief.

"I know I'm an awful person for leaving, but I'd like to try and make it up to you, if that's alright with you?" Professor Lupin studied her face. "Don't speak like that, you aren't an awful person. I understand why you did it. Of course, it's alright with me. I've always wanted to meet you." Y/N gave the Professor a small smile.

"Can I, can I hug you?" The werewolf asked cautiously, he didn't know if he even had the right to hug her. He didn't get an answer, the teenage girl ran forward, she launched herself at him. "I'll take that as a yes then." Lupin laughed.

so in the year 1976 abba released dancing queen

the marauders would have been in their 6th year (if i’m wrong i’m very sorry)

it was released in august, so you know that those hormonal boys would have been all over it during the holidays

let’s set the scene:

it’s a normal sunday at the potter’s

too hot for comfort, tank tops, bare knees, you get the gist

sirius and james are just chilling in the garden, doing whatever it is that two wizard boys do

when they hear the doorbell ring loudly from inside

“mate i thought you said that post never came on sundays”

“why would the postman need to ring the doorbell to give us the post? we have a letterbox for a reason”

so james goes inside to answer the door

and what he finds

deeply confuses him

a shaken remus lupin stands before him

eye bags to the max

frazzled hair

creased clothing

and he’s holding something

what could it be, you ask?

“moons, why are you here? what is that?”

“NO TIME TO EXPLAIN. GET PADFOOT. NOW. LET ME IN.”

so naturally james doesn’t question this and lets him in

remus dashes straight to fleamont’s muggle record player that he got 5 years ago at a flea market

sirius and james sit down on the sofa as remus says:

“you are about to witness a musical masterpiece”

and boy did they

sirius’ face lights up at the first note

james is ABSOLUTELY VIBING

remus is almost brought to tears

once it’s over

they play it again

and again

and again

and AGAIN

at about the 7th listen, james says:

“you know what this would be perfect for, boys...”

f l a s h f o r w a r d

it is now 4th october 1976

all is well at hogwarts

(well, as good as they can get with four tyrannical maniacs in school)

mcgonagall is having a peaceful morning

just buttering some toast

when,

in the distance

a faint rumble can be heard

and it gets louder and louder

until

bursting through the doors comes the noise of none other than remus, peter, james and sirius

and are they wearing ridiculous outfits?

you bet they are

the cassette player is hit by marlene mckinnon

and fireworks

OH SHIT FIREWORKS

streamers dress the walls

balloons inflate everywhere

and mcgonagall is beginning to look slightly extremely mortified

everyone is dancing, even some of the slytherins

the four boys get up on the gryffindor table and begin to sing

james starts the first verse, making uncomfortable eye contact with mcgonagall (which lily evans is feeling a bit strange about but it’s DEFINITELY NOT BECAUSE SHE’S IN LOVE WITH HIM GOD NO HE’S IN SPANDEX FOR GODS SAKE)

then peter comes in with the second verse with some surprisingly nimble hip movements which impress some of the girls who have ceased to notice his existence before this

then sirius and remus come in for the chorus

and the thing is that

sirius and remus can ACTUALLY SING

and mcgonagall nearly spits out her tea

because we’re talking harmonies, perfect pitch, the whole thing

they even got dumbledore to hold up a tambourine on that part

and i’m not saying that they said “nearly 70” instead of “only 17”

but that’s exactly what i’m saying even if she wasn’t even close to 70

once it’s over mcgonagall stands up from her seat and walks over

dumbledore can be seen laughing discreetly in the background

props to minnie for keeping a straight face when she’s got four pubescent teenagers in blue and gold lycra with wigs on infront of her

we all know that she’d never renounce a kind gesture from her boys though

a hug commences and peter looks slightly offended that he’s being hugged by a teacher

“ah, thank you, problem children.”

and to this day, that is mcgonagall’s most prized memory

dumbledore kept it in the penesive (idk if i spelled that right) and left it for her when he died

and at EVERY wedding she brings it up

“lily, don’t you think that james should be wearing that blue one piece for the big day?”

“remus, honestly the wig looked fabulous, think about how great the photos would be!”

“harry darling i think that your first dance music is a bit bland, may i make a suggestion?”

in conclusion, mcgonagall had the best birthday ever in 1976